tony stark who has stark tower set to identify individual people as they enter by playing certain songs as they walk through the door or even take a step inside

steve and bucky walk in together and suddenly there is a garbled mix of both “the star spangled banner” and “enter sandman”

natasha steps through the door and suddenly “from russia with love”

bruce swings by from his lab and “blinded me with science” blares

thor bursts through the doors and “rock you like a hurricane” rattles the surround

hawkeye tries to slip in through a window and suddenly “surfin’ bird”

Oh, Benny Lafitte? Yeah, that guy’s great. I love how the writers just *clenches fist* completely forgot about his story arc and the way he taught Dean that there is a grey area in hunting and that you don’t have to kill every monster.

Dear ___

I just wanted to make this post for all the 4 signs I love the most, because I feel like people don’t give them enough credit, and I just wanted to remind them how beautiful they actually are.

Dear Aries,

Although you’re a super warrior, but I also know how much you struggle in life. People always misunderstand you. They say you’re nothing but an angry bitch. Yeah, you tell your opinion out loud, because you stand up for what you believe in and you know what ? You’re so damn right ! Just slap them and keep being you. But the truth is you really care about people you love and you’ll do anything for them. You’re faithful to your friends and you’ll never let them down. Even if others would turn their back on them, you’ll protect and help them. I know you also have a lot fears which you don’t show for you’re scared to let yourself down. You’re not a bitch at all, you’re just a very passionate being. Please, don’t ever stop being you, no matter what they say. Keep following your passions !

Dear Pisces,

You’re the most beautiful sign ever. Not just outside, but especially inside. Others might say that you’re too “sensitive” or even a little bit in “your own world". Well you know what ? That’s what makes you so beautiful. Because you feel a lot and you have no shame to show it to the people you love. You remind me of a little flower, so pretty, yet so fragile.Because your heart is so pure and yet others just take advantage of you, which makes me wondering, why do you let them doing this to you ? I want you to protect your heart and just follow your dreams for they’ll take you far in life. And don’t ever second doubt yourself or your intuition. Your smile lights up the world and is as precious as you. Please, take care of yourself.

Dear Virgo,

You’re so judgmental and sarcastic, yet so damn hard on yourself. You’re such a perfectionist that you don’t give yourself a moment to rest and breath. Others think that you’re rude because they can’t accept the damn truth, but you’re right to do so, because you’re honest and there’s nothing wrong about that. Actually, you’re completely right, this world needs more honest people like you. You’re extremely good with words and that’s what makes you so intelligent. But please, stop being so hard on yourself. No one’s perfect in this world, not even you. I know how much you like doing things perfectly, and that’s great, but don’t go too far. Give yourself some time to rest and be kind to you.

Dear Aquarius,

You know what I hate the most in this world ? People who calls you an “alien” or worse a “weirdo”. Because NO ! You’re not an alien, you are REAL ! You’re not different from anyone, you’re just unique ! You’re no-judgemental and you think that everyone should feel free to be itself. You just keep it real and say fuck to all the little sheeps in the world. Yes ! Not following the trend or whatever is not wrong, it’s great ! You just think for yourself, and that my friend, is what makes you so amazing. The truth is, you know that the problem isn’t you, but the world. Seeing how shitty and corrupted this world is makes you so upset, because you have so many brilliant ideas to improve it. That’s right, you want to save it. Some will say you’re just a whiny rebellious bitch and some will recognize the genius within you. You always have a cause you need to get involved in and you’re damn right !

I am Alayne, Father. Who else would I be?


“Many of you are surely wondering why I have summoned you at this hour. It’s come to my attention, earlier this evening … Harry Potter was sighted in Hogsmeade. Now … should anyone … student or staff have attempted to aid Mr. Potter … they will be punished in a manner consistent with the severity of their transgression. Further more … any person found to have knowledge of these events … who fails to come forward … will be treated as … e q u a l l y  g u i l t y. Now then. If anyone here has any knowledge of Mr. Potter’s movements this evening, let them step forward … now.”


With your smiles and laughter, your pure heart, and your encouraging words, you’ve made the world a better place. You’re an angel who came down straight from heaven and is sent to shower us with love and happiness. You deserve all the the good things in the world and more. 

Happiest Birthday, our dear Chim Chim! #HappyJiminDay

@littlestpersimmon this isn’t very good because I’ve been writing it on a note on my phone but I thought maybe you’d enjoy my ideas about kindergarten!Kent and his teacher. The best kindergarten teacher I know was a certified scuba diver… and after graduating high school I decided to become one too, because their passion stuck with me. I’ve had a history of passionate teachers who love what they do, and I wanted that for Kent.

Hockey doesn’t enter the life of Kent Parson seriously until the very first day of kindergarten. Mrs Smith is an older lady (well, old to kindergarteners but probably only a decade into her teaching career) and she’s well known and well lived in the community. And she’s absolutely mad for hockey.

His first day is okay. He’s kind of afraid at first, but he’s Kent Parson and by snack time he’s got a gaggle of friends and they’re eagerly listening to Mrs Smith read a hockey book. When he’s picked up by his mom that evening after the after-school program he excitedly tells her all about his day.

His mother recalls in an interview after he’s drafted by the Aces that it was the first time he’d ever mentioned playing hockey. And that’s when life changed.

Mommy enrolled him in a learn to play hockey program a few weeks later, after getting a flyer in his backpack from a kind Mrs Smith, who saw Kent’s excitement and knew of a program that was affordable and single parent friendly.

Kent learned a lot that year. He learned every NHL team from the pennants on the walls (and how to read them!) all the jerseys of his favorite players (and numbers!) how to work together (like on a hockey team!) and how to work alone (like a penalty shot!!). He learned to skate forwards and backwards, how to hockey stop and even got to play goalie!

Dear Mrs Smith sees that excitement Kent has for the game on the weekends when she goes to all the games her husband coaches: mites and squirts and peewees and bantams. Of course at Kent’s level the little ones are following the puck in a group and still wobbling around on shaky legs, but she’s here for the joy, not the sick plays. They watch enough professional NHL hockey at home, weekend days are for the kids and their unbridled joy for things they love.

Her favorite memory of little Kent Parson was his last day of kindergarten when he hugged her and told her that she could wear his jersey someday, promise! She had smiled and hugged him back and sent him on his way to first grade, thankful once again for the job she got to do every year.

She keeps tabs on as many of her kids as she can. Bobby married three years ago and has a little girl, Shelly swims for a college down south, Austin moved to New York to act, Janie’s oldest daughter is in her new class.

But she can’t help but tear up when a picture of little Kent Parson lifting the Stanley Cup over his head is the front page of the local news. She and her husband attend the parade the city holds, and John has the picture of Kent hoisting the Stanley Cup over his head framed for her classroom.

And her favorite memory of the no longer so little Kent Parson is when he awkwardly knocks on her classroom door a few days before he heads back to Vegas, a backwards cap on his head and a jersey under his arm.

She didn’t think he’d remembered her, which was fine. Her job was to give her small ones a solid foundation for their education, a passion for learning, a good first year to grow and learn.

But when he holds out the jersey for her with that same silly smile she’d seen years ago on a much smaller Kent Parson she can’t help but grin and ignore the jersey while she wrapped him up in a hug.

After letting him go, she takes the offered jersey and flips it over to see his name on the back.

“I told you that you could wear my jersey someday, Mrs Smith.” He says softly, his eyes flitting around the pennants that still grace the walls, eyes lighting up when he sees the Aces one in the collection. “I had to keep my promise.”

And for that, she has to wrap sweet little Kent Parson up in another hug, jersey once again forgotten on her desk.